It is hard to know where to begin

do I start with my soon to be ex-husband

playing guitar softly by the fire?

or my house surrounded by cedars

blackberry vines reaching for the sky?

do I start with the man I’m still in love with

his dark dancing eyes pulling me even as I look away?

or my black cat buried by the pond

the earth reverberating with his purr as he slips away?

do I start with my four year olds frustrations

her lively magic revealing flesh and bones?

or my soul food longing

eating me up by the pint?

It is hard to no where to begin

I am nothing but shadow on this sun drenched day